Supreme Emperor of Swords

ed his fists an

cedented magic skills and peerless kung fu; he would b

st a humble sweeping

notic

ng Hao soon reached the hill behi

like a fairyland, the hill behind the

erbrush and covered in jagged rocks lik

nd covered in rocks on the other side or off the cliff. Waste accumulated over numero

ead fish. It was l

tood rows of wooden huts in various sizes like those he had

ody, Ding Hao, lived here

ip-seeking Sect. Hell, I just can't run away from b

idents of the garbage-packed were the underclass workin

wilderness. Instead, they offered physical labor to Swordsmanship-seeking Sect in exchange for protectio

re lined with thatch hut

black in sunshine and rain, implyin

some huts, he could smell pleasant odors and saw swirling smoke. Tho

many people gre

at the former owner o

eted everyone bac

ge field in the back of the slum. About 3,000 to 4,00

ge field, to his surprise, there

ting sun like a group of dancing fairies; two well-built that

arbage field in the entire slum, Ding Hao found it an

Ding Ha

oor open and en

ildflowers on the roads of the ritual square in the front of the sect. Normally, they were n

the yard for a while and pushed t

ues through the windows, l

furniture were f

tove made out of rocks, a black pan, a few simple cookers, and several chipped jars with pi

girl's cotton-padded jacket hu

as homespun and the needlework was average. However, it was kept

ned the door, he saw th

Ding Ke'er, used to wear

e finished his duty and returned to his sister who awaited

ugh the entire s

person in white took her away. The person appeared out of nowhere a

und a note he had ignored engr

ead my path and learn my way. Muhu

rmal people usually felt dazed after looking at it for a while. Therefore, many

ho was Muh

e kne

away. It was so far away that even a normal guy spent all his

ing Hao had kept the red cotton-padded jacket

like waves of the sea. Montages of their lives together played in his head like cli

and dad no longer want us

gry, can you make me a

etty! Brother, is this

up, I'll make good meals

rother.

. He stood by the door and let his tears streaming down his face. At th

ot inten

not control

illed with uncontroll

es, he was under the influence of the previ